Once everyone finished and Sally cleared the table, Clara turned to me.Â
âHow- how are you, Haven?â She stuttered. I hated, but somehow deeply enjoyed i had that affect on her.Â
Let her feel awkward when she looks at me. Let her regret not taking me in when i needed her most. I look at her sourly.
âIm fine.â I snap, a little more rough than i meant it, even for her.
She nodded, stiff. âAlright-...